[his first line]
I was sent by the agency, sir. I was given to understand that you required a valet.
Jeeves and Wooster · Season 1
[his first line]
I was sent by the agency, sir. I was given to understand that you required a valet.
Now, touching at lunch, you very decently were going to volunteer to stand us...
Can’t be done, I’m afraid. I’ve got to have lunch with our Aunt Agatha.
Oh... not the nephew-crusher.
Bertie.
Aunt Agatha.
It is young men like you who make a person with the future of the race at heart despair.
Oh. Right.
Jeeves, I have to make one thing crystal clear.
Yes, sir?
I am not one of those fellows who become absolute slaves to their valets.
[as if shocked] No, sir.
Just as long as we understand each other.
Perfectly, sir.
Do you work, Mr. Wooster?
What, work? As in honest toil, you mean? Hewing the wood and drawing the old wet stuff and so forth?
Quite.
Well... I've known a few people who worked. Absolutely swear by it, some of them.
You bally well are informed, Jeeves! Do you know everything?
[hesitates] I really don't know, sir.
Pardon me for asking, sir, but are you proposing to appear in public in those garments?
Well, certainly, Jeeves. What — a bit vivid, do you think?
Not necessarily, sir. I am told that Mr. Freddie "He's a Riot" Flowerdew often appears on the music-hall stage in comparable attire.
[having just finished playing "Forty-Seven Ginger-Headed Sailors"] Really speaks to me, that song, you know, Jeeves.
I'm sorry to hear that, sir.
I can be chilled steel, you know!
Mr. Blumenfield's a fearfully important Broadway producer. I've got to read Mummy's play to him after lunch. I can't read to him in a restaurant.
Yes, but why does he want jam roly-poly and oysters?
Oh, he doesn't. That's for his son. Apparently Mr. Blumenfield always banks on his verdict. He says an eight-year-old child's intelligence is exactly equal to a Broadway audience's.
Guess what? I'm going to the opera tonight.
Opera, Tuppy?
Cora's singing in the, um, Barber of Figaro.
Is that the one about the pyramids?
Sounds like it, by the name.
I've never been to the opera before. Would you like to come with me, Bertie?
Ahh, well…. [They eventually see Le nozze di Figaro, a k a The Marriage of Figaro.]
Tell me, Jeeves, were you always like this, or did it come on suddenly?
Sir?
The brain, the gray matter. Were you an outstandingly brilliant child?
My mother thought me intelligent, sir.
Well, can't go by that. My mother thought me intelligent.
[about the song "Good Night, Vienna"] I mean, fancy writing a song about saying good night to a whole city. I mean, you may as well say, "Good Afternoon, Manchester" or "Fancy Bumping Into You, Basingstoke."
Yes, sir.
Or "I Didn't See You at the Club Last Night, Cleethorpes."
I'm going inside. This fresh air is getting into my lungs.
You look positively animated, Jeeves!
[straightening his jacket] I'm sorry, sir.
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